What could be noted here tonight? Perhaps that is the most worthy note: a question that incites me to look, to listen, to open my heart to the infinite possibilities right here at my desk at this very hour, Sunday drifting nonchalantly toward Monday, a drizzle outside, me thinking of heading off to bed. A [...]
Ever since an article appeared on the sports pages in the newspaper last week about Americans turning yoga into a competitive sport (even hoping to bring it to the Olympics as a medal event!), I am at a loss for words. Although I don't practice yoga, I have rarely heard of something so absurd as [...]
When you stop to consider all the "current events" that capture our attention every day, it seems impossible to settle on one, to select a moment, an event, a person, an issue, worth singling out from the rest. Is the ongoing slaughter in Syria more "captivating" than a presidential debate in France, Greece's ongoing economic [...]
More engagement with the "past" again today: particpated in a tribute reading following the death of an American poet who had been a pillar of the Anglophone poetry scene in Paris. Poets of all sorts came together to honor John, his work and his support for many of us. Saw many people I haven't seen [...]
Spend much of the day with old photographs, in response to a request for pictures to build an archive of Dana, my teacher's sangha, my own original heart sangha. Each image stirs an association with people, places, times, lives. Sometimes there is a tug of wistful regret for what and who is "gone," nostalgia for [...]
I was sweeping through the events of the day, big and small, when I recevied an email message from someone who had recently lost a dear sibling. It felt like the world's axis had shifted, she said, with everything different yet still just going on. When I stopped reading for a second and looked up [...]
The first words that come are: "I don't know." And then there are others: "the cat purrs," "what time is it?" "keep looking," and more and more and more... I back up, return to the first words again. Or is that I am moving ahead? Or maybe not forward or back, but rather "I" am [...]
Riding in a car the other day, I was told by the driver that sometimes the car's radar system, which is supposed to alert the driver when the car is nearing an "obstacle," malfunctions. It seems that it often sounds the alarm when there is in fact no "obstacle." That's exactly like our minds, I [...]
On retreat in Portugal. A slice of crescent moon in an indigo sky with a hint of rosy dawn rising this morning out my window. Baked apple for dessert tonight. We all speak the language of silence.
Thanks to those who inquired about my health last week. I'm now well back in the swing of things, experiencing the bitter Parisian cold firsthand. And today amid the greater world's joys and sorrows, the slaughters and acts of kindness, the electoral hand-wringing and bickering, the getting and spending, I managed the daily doings: tending [...]
Le Web carnet de Amy Hollowell Sensei, fondatrice de la Wild Flower Zen Sangha et successeur de Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi dans le lignage Zen Soto de Taizan Maezumi Roshi, fondateur du Centre Zen de Los Angeles.
The Web notebook of Amy Hollowell Sensei, founder of the Wild Flower Zen Sangha and dharma successor of Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi in the Soto Zen lineage of Taizan Maezumi Roshi, founder of the Los Angeles Zen Center.
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